Chapter 1772
Seeing the two of them ride together in one vehicle, all the Ye Pu Island disciples were filled with envy.
They too longed to ride in the same vehicle as Ximen Wudi.
Yet, the moment this thought arose, they violently shook their heads, striving to purge these romantic notions from their minds.
After all, over these years, the entire Ye Pu Sect had always looked up to Ximen Wudi as their leader—even their Paizhang, Li Longyan, had to call Ximen Wudi "Rui Ge" whenever he met him.
To other disciples, Ximen Wudi was like a deity—utterly unshakable.
Ximen Wudi drove the car, taking Li Youran away from Ye Pu Mountain, then turned onto another mountain road; after two hours of bumpy travel, they arrived at a secluded village.
Ximen Wudi turned off the engine, pulled Lin Aoxue out of the car, and said, "We've arrived."
Lin Aoxue lifted her head, gazing at the tranquil village, her eyes glinting with a faint cold light.
This was the place Ximen Wudi had brought her to!
"Sister Youran, let's enter the village," Ximen Wudi smiled warmly as he took Lin Aoxue's hand.
Lin Aoxue gently struggled: "Don't grab my hand randomly."
"I know, I know," Ximen Wudi quickly let go, and even stepped several paces away, maintaining a safe distance from Lin Aoxue.
This behavior resembled a child who had done something wrong.
Lin Aoxue's fair face flushed crimson again; she muttered softly, "You, you."
"Aoxue Sister, I didn't touch you randomly—it was you who reminded me," Ximen Wudi blinked innocently.
Lin Aoxue couldn't be bothered with him, and stepped ahead into the village.
Yet at this moment, three young men blocked their path: "Stop! This is private territory—any intruder will be killed on sight!"
Over these years, due to certain reasons, the power structure within China had remained chaotic; many Jianghumen Sects had been swallowed by powerful clans or martial academies, and today's martial clans had grown increasingly vast, with many academies dominating entire regions, backed by numerous high-level forces.
These men's martial cultivation was not weak—most hovered around the rank of Colonel; such strength was already absolute top-tier on Ye Pu Island.
But Ximen Wudi glanced at their arms and shook his head: "Are you trying to block me—or are you blocking your Paizhang's daughter?"
He paused, then continued: "Of course, if you insist on blocking us, go ahead— I hate being threatened, especially with such tactics."
With that, Ximen Wudi patted Lin Aoxue's shoulder.
"Aoxue, wait over there—I'll handle them," Ximen Wudi grinned, eyes blazing with sharp light.
His grin made Li Youran's lips curl slightly.
She did not stop him, because what Ximen Wudi said was true: in his dictionary, the word "fear" simply did not exist; the more dangerous the situation, the more it stirred the blood in his bones.
"This isn't your place to act recklessly," one of the Colonels said.
He stared at Ximen Wudi, his eyes filled with intense hostility.
Ximen Wudi shrugged: "If you say that, you're being narrow-minded—I'm not here to fight. I'm here to negotiate."
"Negotiate?"
"All you so-called martial clans only bully your own people?" Ximen Wudi sneered: "If you've got guts, come at me."
"Such arrogant words!" An old man, fifty or sixty years old, stepped out of a house: "I am Ye Pu, the Mr. of Ye Pu Sect."
Upon hearing this, Ximen Wudi showed no concealment of his contempt: "Oh? An old man dares call himself 'Mr.'? Aren't you ashamed?"
The Ye Pu Sect Paizhang was so insulted he nearly spat blood.
This level of humiliation was too damaging to his pride.
"Heh, you're so bold—don't you fear I'll crush you with one palm?" Mr. Ye Pu sneered: "Who do you think you are?"
"I think I'm someone you can't afford to provoke," Ximen Wudi smiled sweetly.
"If you can't afford to provoke me, then why are you here?" A shadow of cruelty flickered in Mr. Ye Pu's eyes.
Though fleeting, this cruel glance was sharply caught.
Ximen Wudi stared into Mr. Ye Pu's eyes: "I'm here representing the authorities."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Ye Pu's eyelid twitched violently.
"Are you military?" he asked.
"Correct," Ximen Wudi said, pulling out an identification card: "Take a look—don't you recognize it?"
Mr. Ye Pu took the card, glanced at it, then trembled violently!
The card was unmistakably a star of general rank!
This was… a Major General!
"You're a Major General?" Mr. Ye Pu asked in disbelief, then his eyebrows rose: "Could it be that you're…"
"No, I'm only temporarily holding the rank," Ximen Wudi put away the card and said: "I'm the National Hero—the peerless soldier."
"The peerless soldier?" Hearing this, the three martial men around them burst into laughter: "Hahahaha…"
They all thought Ximen Wudi was boasting.
"Lu Wushuang soldier? Do you even deserve such a title? How ridiculous!" Mr. Ye Pu sneered: "Our Chinese warriors are strong, but not strong enough to instantly kill Japanese ninjas!"
"You can try," Ximen Wudi smiled faintly: "Tonight, everyone on Ye Pu Mountain will stay here."
"Big talk," Mr. Ye Pu's voice turned icy: "Let me tell you—tonight, this land belongs to China. We don't welcome you!"
"If you don't welcome us, then we certainly don't welcome you," Ximen Wudi laughed: "So tonight, I'll level your so-called Chinese martial academies to the ground."
Ximen Wudi's words were full of dominance, but to Lin Aoxue's ears, they carried warmth.
She did not try to dissuade him; instead, she stood silently to the side, waiting to witness the man's heroic bearing.
"Very well," Mr. Ye Pu's face turned as dark as water: "You're truly a young bull unafraid of tigers—let's see if you still have this boldness later."
Ximen Wudi smiled faintly: "The way you talk makes me feel like you're trying to compliment my good looks."
"Bah, narcissist." Mr. Ye Pu cursed, then said: "We won't waste words with you. Get lost right now, or don't blame us for being ruthless!"
"This is Huaxia. I'd advise you not to be too arrogant." Ximen Wudi said with a smile: "Otherwise, once I take all of you down, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to regret it."
When he said this, he didn't deliberately release any aura, yet it made everyone from the Ye Pu Sect feel a piercing, matchless cold wind rushing at them!
That chill seemed to seep out from the very bone, making it almost impossible to breathe!
"Putting on a show." Mr. Ye Pu shouted angrily, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked toward Ximen Wudi!
Bang!
Ximen Wudi likewise extended his leg and collided with the old man!
Both men retreated half a step at the same time!
It seemed the two sides were evenly matched!
"Good skill. Here comes my move!"
After saying that, the old man swung his fist at Ximen Wudi again, his fist technique whipping up a Yang Huxiao sound!
"Petty tricks."
Ximen Wudi gave a cold laugh, his figure shifted slightly, and he dodged the opponent's attack directly, then locked his single hand around the opponent's neck and yanked hard!
And so, under the force of Ximen Wudi's tremendous strength, Mr. Ye Pu uncontrollably tilted his head back!
Immediately after, Ximen Wudi raised his knee and slammed it viciously into the opponent's chest!
Mr. Ye Pu was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground in a seated position, clutching his chest and coughing nonstop.
That knee strike just now was just like an iron hammer smashing into his chest cavity!
Ximen Wudi cast a cold glance at his opponent, then turned his head to look at Ye Pu Island in the distance.
"Seems nothing special." Saying this, he started walking.
"Bastard!" Mr. Ye Pu gritted his teeth and shouted. He knew that if he didn't call for reinforcements soon, the entire Ye Pu Sect would probably be torn apart by Ximen Wudi!
Ximen Wudi was just about to walk forward when he saw a group of black shadows appear in the woods!
Those rows of black shadows numbered at least two or three hundred people!
Every one of them wore black clothes and carried long blades on their backs!
The leader was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties! This man was tall and burly, powerfully built, looking just like a walking shield!
End of Chapter
